As soon as Darren jumped into the boiling cauldron, Scott lifted a large bronze lid and covered the cauldron. Then he used the dragon aura to seal it tight.
"Oh? Scott, why did you do that?" Darren's voice echoed from inside the cauldron.
"Darren, I need to ensure that you won't flee from the cauldron because of the pain. That is why I have sealed the cauldron. It's only temporary. You must hold on and finish the refinement."
Although each step of using the demonic blood to refine the body brought tremendous pain, Scott believed that Darren's body was solid enough to endure it and that he would not die in the process. However, he worried that Darren would instinctively jump out of the cauldron, and if Darren did that, the skin refining would be interrupted, and all his efforts would end in vain. What was worse, Darren wouldn't get a second chance to refine his skin if he failed the first time. This setback would also mean that Darren would not enter the next stages—the meridian refining stage and the bone refining stage.
"Got it. I'll try to bear the pain." Anguish laced Darren's voice as he spoke.
"I have to leave now. But I'll be back ten days after to let you out!" Scott didn't leave. He stood in front of the cauldron quietly.
He had told Darren that he needed to be elsewhere so that he would not plead with Scott to remove the lid when the agony became unbearable.
Inside the grand cauldron
The medicinal liquid that had integrated numerous precious herbs and the demonic monster blood began eroding Darren's skin. Darren felt as though millions of ants were eating his skin and flesh.
'This pain is less than what I suffered from the soul attack. I can handle it, ' Darren thought as he exhaled. As the agony increased, Darren clenched his teeth but remained in the cauldron.
Ten hours later, the medicinal liquid had saturated Darren's skin and flesh. Meanwhile, the pain increased tenfold. As a result, Darren's body began to cramp.
"Ah!"
Darren bellowed. The pain had become so extreme that he could not handle it.
He could perceive that his skin had corroded, little by little. If a person saw him now, he would be terrified because he would see a bleeding man without skin!
Scorching air rushed into his nose and the pain tortured Darren to the extent that he almost fainted.
However, he knew that this was not the end and that the medicinal liquid's effect had not reached its peak. Otherwise, Scott would not have left him in the medicinal liquid for ten days.
As more time passed, the pain cycle continued. Each time Darren's skin was destroyed, new skin would form. Then, the medicinal liquid would dissolve the new skin as well, and the process would start all over again. The longer the cycle continued, the more intense the pain became. Darren couldn't bear it anymore and was ready to quit.
Bang!
Darren instinctively punched the cauldron as he wanted to break out of the hell-like place!
Continuous booms resounded from the cauldron. The cauldron shook violently and shapes of Darren's palm and fist formed on the outside each time he punched. However, the cauldron had an excellent hardness. So, no matter how powerful his punch was, the cauldron remained intact.
"Ahhhhh! Let me out!"
Several hours later, anguish-filled cries were heard from the cauldron.
It was as if the voice containing endless agony was coming from hell. Even Scott, who was meditating with his eyes closed outside the cauldron, felt the agony in Darren's pleas.
"Darren, hold on," Scott murmured. Then Scott closed his spiritual senses and concentrated on his cultivation because he couldn't bear to hear Darren's painful cry.
Inside the cauldron, Darren's eyes were bloodshot. He lost all senses because of the pain and only uttered beast-like bellows.
Five days later, the cauldron returned to peace. No sound was heard from the inside.
Meanwhile, the cycle continued as Darren's skin was destroyed and regenerated continuously. Finally, pieces of skin, which couldn't be eroded by the medicinal liquid, built up. These segments of skin were more solid as they were stronger than before.
This was also the reason why the intensity of the pain Darren felt, grew. The newly generated skin was several times more solid than before, so the pain also multiplied when it was torn apart.
"Boohoo." Darren sobbed as the torment continued. Soon, he lost consciousness as he couldn't bear the pain anymore.
Finally, ten days passed.
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